Today's been sort of weird. I didn't wake up until 11, then we went straight to a funeral, then to Ace Hardware, then home to teach the dog about the electric fence, than to lunch, then BACK to Ace hardware, and now I'm home again playing phone tag. I know that I SHOULD be doing things (such as cleaning and turning the laundry part of the basement into a sort of walk-in closet, since houses built in 1947 are lacking in closet space), or I could be making cabbage soup before the cabbage turns, or I could be re-doing my toenails (I can't find the polish I want so until then I will walk around with bare nails, feeling naked. Isn't it interesting that "polish" and "Polish" mean two totally different things?? It's weird to see them written out.)

No. I'm not doing any of those things. I've been sitting here waiting on a phone call, and although I have a mobile phone, I have determined that it will not ring if I don't sit here on my lazy ass and play on the internet. I could be enriching my mind. I could be enriching my homeowner knowledge. Hell, I could be looking up a good mens' hat pattern for the cook at the restaurant/bar we like to walk to. He always sees me knitting socks and always remarks on how it's such a lost skill and how he's never had anything hand-knit. I've taken the bait, and he's getting a hat.

Am I doing any of those things? No. I spent half an hour on freecrochetpatterns.com, looking at crochet things. And you know what? I know that there are many many reasons most knitters hate crochet, and I know that knitting makes better garments, but honestly----some crochet clothing really isn't all that bad. In fact, there were two sweaters I could envision wearing.

I've always been of the opinion that crochet has its place, and that there are things I would rather use it for, and I don't think that particular opinion has altered much. I may go from knit dishrags to crochet dishrags, just because they'd use three times the yarn and would therefore absorb more water. And I like crochet blankets better than knit blankets (not the least reason being that they'd be sooo much faster to create). But----I think I could even see myself making a camisole. And wearing it. A crocheted camisole. I know this is heresy to many knitters, but it is what it is. I'm sorry.

Maybe I did expand my mind, in a way.

Or maybe I wasted my whole freaking afternoon looking at kitsch. I mean, it's not like it hasn't happened before. But damn, I really do have to do the dishes. And the laundry.

Grrr.